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“
Pull
your
knees
up
,
”
he
orders
softly
,
and
I
’
m
quick
to
obey
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
fuck
you
now
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
murmurs
as
he
positions
the
head
of
his
erection
at
the
entrance
of
my
sex
.
“
Hard
,
”
he
whispers
,
and
he
slams
into
me
.
“
Aargh
!
”
I
cry
as
I
feel
a
weird
pinching
sensation
deep
inside
me
as
he
rips
through
my
virginity
.
He
stills
,
gazing
down
at
me
,
his
eyes
bright
with
ecstatic
triumph
.
His
mouth
is
open
slightly
,
and
his
breathing
is
harsh
.
He
groans
.
“
You
’
re
so
tight
.
You
okay
?
”
I
nod
,
my
eyes
wide
,
my
hands
on
his
forearms
.
I
feel
so
full
.
He
stays
still
,
letting
me
acclimatize
to
the
intrusive
,
overwhelming
feeling
of
him
inside
me
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
move
,
baby
,
”
he
breathes
after
a
moment
,
his
voice
tight
.
Oh
.
He
eases
back
with
exquisite
slowness
.
And
he
closes
his
eyes
and
groans
,
and
thrusts
into
me
again
.
I
cry
out
a
second
time
,
and
he
stills
.
“
More
?
”
he
whispers
,
his
voice
raw
.
